Second Chance

~Dear Readers~

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This isn't the first chapter, but it is an introduction to what the story will be. The premier is June 25th at 8 pm EST. This is a Roxemi fanfiction (Roxanne Margaret and Demi Lovato). I am super excited to share with you what this fanfiction is about!

Demi Lovato. Famous international sensation. Everyone knows her name, but not her story. She ended up in a treatment center and made a friend named Roxanne, but when she left treatment, she was told the news that she had to move back to Texas and that her career was over. Her friends? Marissa and her puppy, Buddy. While guys gawked over her, she stayed single. As a teacher, she had to deal with rude or complicated - occasionally mannered - parents all the time, but one parent caught her attention: the single mom of a boy named Collin. Her name was Roxanne, her old friend from rehab who hated music and had no idea she was famous at one point in her life, and, well, 25 year old Roxanne was not very sociable, especially toward the 25 year old Demi Lovato. Can they restore? Or will their new differences push them apart?

No, that's not all I'm giving you. Here, let's tune in to the scene when Roxanne and Demi meet at Timberline Knolls on Demi's first day:

Demi's P.O.V.

"I have to use the restroom," I told Sarah as I stood up.

Sarah was one of the girls that worked at the treatment center, Timberline Knolls. It was my first day in treatment and I had just eaten my first meal there, which was dinner. I was about ninety pounds at the most.

Sarah grabbed my wrist in a quick manner and used her index finger of the hand that wasn't around my wrist to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Sit," she instructed.

I didn't know if she knew how to do her job very well, but she was probably hired for her intimidating voice. It was thick and raspy, quite demanding, and I didn't dare go against it in that moment, so I sat back down in my chair in the cafeteria.

"What if I don't want to stay here?" I asked coldly. "What if I want to leave? I am eighteen, you know. A legal adult. I can leave whenever I want to and you can't stop me. You can try, but I'm rich, famous, and I have a lawyer set up for me already."

"Look, Demetria-" she started but I cut her off as I stood up and leaned forward, my hands on the table to hold me up.

"My name is Demi. Not Dems, not Demetria. Demi. Two fucking syllables. De-mi," I snarled.

She corrected herself. "Demi, I don't know who you think you are, but to me, you're not the famous pop star who was recently on a tour with three guys; you're an eighteen year old girl struggling with an eating disorder who came here for help. I don't favor people around here. Now, if I were you, Demetria, I would sit my little ass down and not say another word," she was leaning forward, forcing me back in my seat as her eyes were hard and dark, like a tiger ready to pounce on the throat of its prey.

"I pay you," I mumbled as she almost walked away.

"Excuse me? I don't work for you, I work for my boss, the person who actually pays me. You're a smart girl, I know you are, but the last words that have left your lips have told me otherwise," she growled.

"Hey, what can I say? I was homeschooled," I chuckled with my hands in the air.

She gave a small smile. "I'll be back in a few minutes with your files and bag to take you to your room."

"Wait, so I have to sleep here, too?" I asked, my mouth hanging open.

"Yep. Bedroom and all. Your parents brought your suit case of clothes with you. We went through it with your parents permission to make sure none of it could be used as harmful weaponry against yourself or others," she turned on her heel and clicked her shoes on the tile floor with her hips swaying as she walked into the main office.

"Yeah, because my band t-shirts could stab someone," I laughed again, more to myself.

A navy blue plastic chair scraped back beside me as a blonde sat on it with her arms crossed over her chest.

"So, you're Demi?" the girl asked. I nodded. "I'm Roxanne, but people call me Roxi. You just got here today, correct?"

"Yeah. How long have you been here?"

I looked her over, seeing if she was any form of appealing to me. All black. Edgy. I loved it. Her hair was pulled in a tight pony tail and she was very thin and pale, but she still had curves and she didn't look very unhealthy.

"About two weeks. I'm daring, but none of us here have ever talked to Sarah like that, much less made her smile. The last person to accomplish that was some girl named Kayla Hall. She was super brave and outgoing, but a trouble maker, total bitch to most people. She went to my middle school and high school until she was admitted here in tenth grade. She was the last person to get liked by Sarah. Rumor has it, you could be our next Kayla Hall," she smirked, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"People are already talking about me?" I sat up straight.

"They are now," she pointed to a hallway where two girls looked at me in a short glance, then quickly looked away as they whispered.

"Are you big around here?"

"There is no 'big' around here," she made quotation marks with her fingers for emphasis. "I just start some rumors, have a name half the place knows due to classes and shit with other people. You have to be Kayla Hall to make yourself known by everybody, and frankly, I think you're the only Kayla Hall this place has seen in two years."

"Good to know. Hey, do you know where the bathroom is from here?" I asked, standing up.

She stood up in front of me, placed her hands on my shoulders, and pushed me back down in my seat. "You heard Sarah, you have to stay right here. I may have just met you, but I am not going to let you do that to yourself. I know you have an eating disorder. Your visible bones were the first things I noticed when you walked in. And I know you self harm. I can see your scars and fresh cuts. I'm not going to let you go to the bathroom to continue harming yourself."

"Jeez, stalker much?" I rolled my eyes, completely irritated.

Where was my damn vodka bottle and cocaine? I hadn't had any of either of them since I left Los Angeles at 10 AM. That was a whole eight hours ago!

"I see you met Roxanne," Sarah re-entered the room with a manila folder in one hand, my bag that I didn't know my parents brought in the other, and a small smile on her face that would almost go unnoticed if she hadn't been so good at pushing away smiles. "Ready to go to your room?"

"Yep," I pushed myself up from the table and retrieved the bag from her hand, slinging it over my shoulder

Sarah nodded to Roxanne, who sighed, looking down at the floor. She brought her hand up to my back and lead me down the corridor to my room.

That's all the preview I can give you, guys! I really hope y'all liked it! Please read the premier on June 25th! I put a lot of thought into this fanfiction and I'm really excited for it! Also coming this summer are my two Nemi fanfictions "Can You Be My Brave Soldier" and "Hide Away - Love Story"! I have another Demi Lovato lesbian fanfiction that I have been writing since December 2014 so if you could check that out, that would really make me happy! It's called "Even Heroes Have Scars"! Thank you guys so much for reading this! I love y'all so so soooo much! Stay strong, beautifuls. Xoxo - Caitlin